This is basically a post-KotoR II fan fiction that involves:Atton/Exile romance, Mical actually doing something cool, and Revan being as bad ass as ever.
Obviously, I don't own the characters, although I like to think of Candy as something similar to a character of my own creation.
Atton stepped forward into the council room, dressed in his usual jacket. It had been seven years since the Exile, Candy, left for the Outer Rim, to fight some "greater threat". Atton was not old, only around 38, but that was old enough for grey hairs to touch his temples, for slight lines to form on his face, and, for his mind to strengthen, his power over the force and his mastery of his lightsabers to amplify. Atton Rand was a skilled Jedi Watchman, and the other Jedi knew it. Hence, why he stepped into the council room now.
Mical regarded Atton, smiling, "Atton, I...I think you were right. I've expanded my perceptions through the force, and...I felt something like an echo. It...it might be her."
"Atton, Atton, I'm sorry, I...can't do this now, with the weight of the galaxy on our shoulders. When this is all over, though, I...I think I'll be ready. I promise, when this is all over, we can be together."
"Seriously, Mical?" Atton was surprised. The Disciple, now head of the Jedi Council, had, for some time, told Atton he should give up his quest to find Candy. That the quest was self destructive.
"Yes, I looked over the galaxy, and...well, you're not going to like where she is..." Mical cleared his throat, "Candy's...if it is Candy...she's on Korriban."
"What!" Atton exclaimed, "I...get me transport there, she might be in trouble!"
"Bao-Dur has already taken care of that. I can't spare any Jedi, other than you, too many restoration projects being tended through the force, too many colonies being defended...you are my only choice, you will have to go alone," Mical told Atton, frowning, "I don't like you being alone there, that planet is cloaked in the dark side, who knows what you will encounter?"
"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Don't mean to be rude, but I don't have time to chat. Where's the ship?" Atton asked the Disciple, frowning.
"...It's in the dock near Khoonda," Mical told him, "Now, I'm sorry, I have matters to attend to, and so do you. May the Force be with you, Atton Rand."
"You too, Mical," Atton ran off in a dead sprint, rushing passed the various students of the Dantooine Jedi Academy.
At one point Visas tried to ask him why he was running so fast, and he could only spare one word for an answer.
"Candy!"
"Candy!"
The Exile shook her head, waking herself up. She rose from the ground, ignoring her many wounds. Candy heard a sound, and raised her lightsaber, slicing down a hthissis before it could strike.
"...What was that voice? So familiar...Oh my...Atton."
Candy stepped through the Sith Temple, trying her best to ignore her wounds. But she was tired, damaged, weak. She collapsed on the ground, just as a man in dark robes turned around the corridor. The man wore a mask and heavy robes covering his body completely.
"...Exile, you are tired. Very well, you may rest. You've done your part...if only you could gain a chance to rest, to truly rest...but no rest for the wicked, I guess, no matter how pure they are..."
The man kneeled down, lifting her up.
"Yes, rest a while. I will recieve your visitor. You may have some time to enjoy life...live life, rather than fight endlessly, risking your own. Noble one, sleep. The Scoundrel will come, and you will have some chance to be happy," the man walked out of the corridor, carrying Candy's lightsaber in a hand, "I will carry this for a time. It will be yours again soon, so very soon..."